The couches 2

Like a man possessed (opposed to the literal man possessed upstairs) you storm over to the couches in the front room. Without a second’s hesitation you tear apart the sofa that you were sitting on so recently. First you flip up the cushions that you leant your back on, finding nothing at all against the couches black lining. Next, you flip up the bottom cushions that you were sat upon, exposing little more than dust, dirt, and crumbs. Finally, you search the crevices of both the living room sofas. Sweeping your hands through the dirt and grime you unearth a small handful of pocket change, but still no planchette. With a grunt of irritation you toss those lost coins to the hardwood floor, before double checking those gaps in the couch and finding even less than the first time.

Somehow, against all laws of physics, you hear the sound of a zipper being teased down all the way upstairs. The girls are silent now, anticipation clearly welling up inside them as they slowly unveil John Doe’s bulge. Two feminine gasps make it clear when his apparently impressive member is revealed. “Whoa, you’ve got a lovely, lovely dick, John Doe,” Sarah sighs, sounding almost lovestruck. “Is it okay if we play with it a little?” She asks, although you can tell by a masculine grunt of satisfaction that she must already have started touching him. “Fuck, it’s so hard,” Miranda comments, evidently touching Tom’s dick too. “I can’t even fit a hand around it!” Sarah titters, the sight of that massive dick having made her and Miranda both quite giggly. “I wonder if I can fit my mouth around it,” Sarah continues, her giggling stopping ominously as her mouth becomes occupied by something else. “Oh, you’re such a slut Sarah,” Miranda playfully admonishes her friend. Sarah’s reply is unintelligible as she struggles to talk with her mouthful.

“Mm, mm, mmm!” Sarah moans around Tom’s dick before you hear her take in a deep breath. “Miranda you have got to try this!” She raves, her lips no longer occupied by Tom’s fat sausage. “This precum tastes incredible!” You can practically hear the look of disbelief on Miranda’s face by the awkward silence that follows, but then you hear the wet smacking of lips once more and realize that Miranda probably isn’t kissing Tom’s lips again. “Mm? Mm! Mmmm! Mwah! You’re right Sarah, that really does taste good,” Miranda moans. You can faintly hear something said in a low gravelly voice that must be coming from Tom, but unlike the higher pitches of the girls’, it doesn’t resonate down to you. “Well, if you insist,” Miranda replies. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” Sarah adds, both of them obviously acquiescing to that unheard command. The renewed sounds of them licking and sucking leave no room for doubt as to what they agreed to. They are both happily sucking his cock again, worshipping it’s impressive length with their slutty tongues, and pampering his thick cockhead with their soft lips.

For a while the only noise from upstairs is the wet, sloppy sounds of oral sex, until you hear a girl **** again. You’re about to race up there to help, presuming that John Doe is attacking Sarah or Miranda again, but then you hear that girl gasping for air and laughing. “It’s been a long time since I’ve choked on a cock like that,” Sarah moans, sounding wistful rather than regretful. “Want a try Miranda?” She casually offers your darling crush a chance to gag on Tom’s throat-filling cock, like she was offering her a drag on a joint. “I don’t think I can manage that,” Miranda replies, and for a second you hope that she might be excusing herself from this lurid “distraction,” until her next words bring you crashing down. “But there is something else I think I can do.” You shudder to think what that might be, but you know you’ll find out very soon unless you find that planchette.